Sometimes I get so busy
That the time just slips away,
And I forget to mention
All the things I want to say - -

And so, this special gift,
Is meant to be a token
Of thoughts and wishes often felt
But all too seldom spoken.

No Aunt & Uncle Anywhere
Could ever be more Dear
or be loved more Than you are,
every day Throughout the year.

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